Moonspear maybe in time

Altair couldn’t imagine picturing Atlas being small and needing to be protected. Then again, he could have said the same of all his older siblings. Though he grew fast and was reaching his potential, some of them would overshadow him in size yet. While they were no longer the giants of his early childhood, the very thought of them ever being so small and the world so big was a concept lost on him. He did not dwell on it long, however, for the reassurance that Atlas gave him was more than a enough to bolster him once more.

“Aunt Keres said the same thing,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe we can all go?” It didn’t matter to him if it was hunting or exploring the borders, he simply wanted to go. There was a whole world out there and always sticking close to his siblings, while enjoyable, was also beginning to be a bit claustrophobic. They were venturing out here and there and so he had too, and such was the natural way of things. He didn’t think either parent would be upset so long as someone responsible was with him, and frankly the list of irresponsible wolves within Moonspear was basically nothing in Altair’s eyes.

His head turned back to the range then, scanning. Searching.

“Do you think the rabbits are hiding over there?”